Letras
It's money on my mind, I let it mingle with my worries
House party dancing with the devil, stepped into her glory
He is not that, saw him up the strap but he look nervous
Now it's all bad, cause brodie want his soul to leave the surface
Dawgy talk a lot, so cuzzo paint the scene, I think he basquiat
But probably not, Im rambling dawg I'm high, off what? An awful lot
I drew the plot & sketched the ploy
I saw the truth & lost my joy
But still my mama babyboy
Look me in my eyes when you talking to me
You praise god, I am god, hear her talking through me
Head high, cause one day, i know we rendezvousing
That's a message to the fallen, here's my calling card
Bloodletting, all this poison filled the reservoir
I was chilling with my dawgs tryna hide the scars
On my word, I'm a giant, catch me standing tall
When we was really in some shit, boy, you was not involved
I seen the scheme in my dream then I wrote it down
Passion push me further when I'm stagnant
I need action now
Back to pistol packing or a blade
Can't be lacking now
I remember, it was shoot the fade & ain't no backing down
Who the fuck is he? We don't know dawg
He just might die today
Matter fact, I'm trippin, I been sippin
Take this gun away
Babygirl been asking for my love, I told her, hope & pray
Why the fuck you cooling with the thugs if you ain't from the gang?
That's how niggas die
Homicide
By association
Oh he said it's up? Then send him down
A dinner date with satan
Oh he said it's stuck? Won't simmer down
We with the family waiting
Dear God, not talking bout my brother
Tryna speak to zeus
All this rain & thunder, can't recover from the shipwreck
Blamed it on Poseidon, I been crying, wylin, upset
I just need a hug & some titties as a headrest